refill with life.

I can`t help but think that my Omi, on returning home, is weeping because Opi is gone. I can`t help but to think that.

&also, how nice it is to not "want" for any thing. If I were to explain it to you, well, for me it is like a good stroke of watercolour on that special paper made just for watercolours, mixed with sea foam green and chamomile tea; sleeping in the same bed with your younger sister; watching good burger for the sixteenth time and having it be just as good as the first; realizing you have enough money to buy the literature necessary for your fourth semester at that silly place called college; knowing that your older brother is in love; being forgiven and making peace with your mom; feeling as though you can run to the aurora borealis and back; and speaking redemption over the man who gave you a name and a home.
It`s kind of like that.
Be alive, brothers and sisters.

and it read like a horn blown

it was me, bunny, who let you down.

the limnetic zone is open water in the middle of a lake or pond.

it is seven : twenty-eight and right now I am procrastinating. I even like life science; honest, i do! I think I`m tired, though.
I wrote many Christmas cards today.
&clipped my fingernails. they look good!
I also realized that I am in no place to be exclusively sharing my soul with one boy, or any boys for that matter. It was a sort of "eureka" moment. sort of.
in summary, i had a waffle at breakfast and wrote Nina a letter.

hear all the bombs fade away

In the past month...
i have drunken (drinked, dranked?) 3 naked juices.
i have received two fish as gifts.
i have sent approx. 32 e-cards to family and friends.
i have hand-written 28 letters and postcards to family and friends.
i have gone to the zoo.
i have caught one sore throat.
i have been in 4 states in 1 day.
i have attended two creative concerts.
i have been in the company of my family.
i have seen aaron weiss.
i have written 4 pages of journal.
i have not watercoloured.
i have compiled 3 mix compact discs.
i embarked on 3 bicycle adventures.
i have lost my chapstick.
i have recycled 2 waterbottles.
i have read 2 books simply because.
i have not taken any photographs.
chamomile has become my preference in tea.
i have purchased 5 things from ebay.
i have unearthed my hidden love for the decemberists.
i have not gone iceskating.
the harp has become my favourite instrument.
i have not shaved my armpits.
[perhaps the entire reason for this list was to confess that last one.]

Also, I am a simple. There. I said it. That is something that I suppose people do not perceive about me. They think I'm wise or something. When, in fact, I am not. Maybe I just present things so basically, that it seems complex. I don't know. But I am free. And some of my best times have been had singularly, solely in the presence of the Lamb. And I can afford to be harmless. My Dad is a Tiger.
Walk in hope and love, dear brothers and sisters. Truly know the He is faithful, His plans are bigger, and He is better than the most beautiful you could imagine. He is the reward: the prize at the end of the race, so to speak.

&Diana is weird: thanks for the hug, goodnight!